Chapter 8 August is young (7)

It was late autumn when Chaoyan left Shanghai.I will send him off. He stood among the crowd at the airport, carrying a bag, looking lonely.He handed me his cell phone, leave this for you to use.I opened the lid, and there was still a small yellowish instant photo on it, with Qiao smiling sweetly, Chao Yan hugging her from behind, with her chin pressed against her ear.I smile.Gently close the lid. I said, Joe stays with me now, you can rest assured. He said, I can't do anything, you know, Wei Young. I said, I know. Meeting you is my catastrophe.Chao Yan said.You are a broken woman, Wei Young.All the feelings you don't have time to pay will drown yourself and others.Because it is too turbulent.

I smile.But you want to marry me. Yes.I want to marry you. Will you still think so two years from now? He lowered his head, his eyes glistening with tears as he raised his face. 200 years later, I will still remember that typhoon night, you looked back at me on the corridor.You are barefoot. I smile.Whenever I am sad or happy, all I have left is to smile.He hugged me again.Ah, it's been a long time since I was hugged.I buried my face tightly into his chest.His heartbeat was strong and powerful, and his breath was warm and clear.My one and only man.he's gone. But I already have his child.